While I was on the weight machines, I realized I'd been screwing myself out of an optimal workout. I'd been adjusting my seat, but not the arm for the leg curl. Why it never occurred to me before is an embarrassing tale of obliviousness, but for some reason, I saw it today. Once I adjusted, the workout was a thing of muscle-toning beauty. "Huzzah," as my buddy Craig would say.

The thingamawhoosie in question.
The real question is, "What's it called?"
If this keeps up, I could be swimming by Wednesday--in the pool, even!
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